The Lonely Dominant by Ella Jade Page A

delivered.
    "From now on," I said as I walked her to the center of the room, "this is where you'll be waiting for me on Friday evenings. You may look around and familiarize yourself with these new surroundings."
    She turned her head slightly, stopping to stare at the whipping bench, the one piece of equipment I'd debated on omitting from the room entirely. I'd hoped we'd never have to use it, but if we were going to progress, then the punishments for disobedience were going to advance as well. Up until this point, we'd used only spankings, and they were quite erotic, for the most part. Of course, she could always use the safe word because that was non-negotiable. She could always feel secure with me.
    "Some items in this room may look scary." I stroked her hair. "I can assure you I still aim only to bring you and your body nothing but pleasure."

    She continued to look around; this time her gaze stopped at the Saint Andrew's Cross that was secured to the wall on the opposite side of the room. This was probably the most essential piece of bondage equipment for any playroom. The Cross was a very large piece of furniture, covered in a padded, black, leather-type material for comfort. I could see how she'd be curious. If she liked it, I hoped to use it often.
    "Walk over to it."
    She did as I asked, stopping directly in front of it. I let her digest what she was looking at before coming up from behind her and whispering in her ear.
    "We don't have to do anything you don't want to." She jumped at my words. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back against my bare chest. "The same rules apply as they did before we entered this room. We don't even have to play in here tonight if you're not ready. You tell me how you want to proceed."
    I turned her around so I could look into her eyes when she answered.
    She thought for a few seconds and then she confidently replied, "Green."
    The corners of my mouth curved into a smirk. She was letting me know her other two safe words, yellow and red, didn't apply here tonight.
    "Very clever," I said. "Now, go over there." I pointed to the pillows in the corner of the room. "Drop to your knees and get in your waiting position."
    I needed to prepare myself mentally for what was to come. I had considered a few options for tonight, but I wasn't sure if she'd be willing to try anything in this room, so I had to decide how I wanted to play this.
    As I pondered, I watched her do as I asked. She was so obedient, and the sight of her on her knees, awaiting my next move, made my dick extremely hard. Tonight was about introductions, so nothing too intense, I thought as I walked over to the cabinets and began perusing them. I grabbed a silk scarf and a blindfold, knowing whatever I chose to do, I'd want to restrain her and cover her eyes. Each time I glanced over at Clara, she was waiting patiently with her head down.
    I scanned the cupboards, but when I looked over at the refrigerator I had delivered for bottled water and light snacks, I realized I was over-thinking this.

    Ice.
    That would be the perfect introduction, and would prepare us for future use with hot wax. I filled a large glass with ice and placed it by the table in the center of the room. I was rather excited by this particular table. It had taken me days to find just the right one, and when I finally did, I knew it was exactly what I needed to finish off this room.
    "Clara," I said. "Come to me."
    She gracefully stood up and walked over to where I stood. The table wasn't anything fancy, just plain steel, similar to a piece of hospital equipment. But I didn't care about the appearance. I cared about the fact that the surface could hold both of us at the same time. When I thought of all the ways I could bind and take her on this table, I knew I had to have it.
    I moved my hands to the hem of her black tank top and pulled it up over her head, leaving her in nothing but a pair of tight, black, little, boy shorts. They could stay for now